When Ruah Speaks
Wind, blow where You will.
You are the silent music
That makes the leaves dance
And the bare branches move
To the rhythm of Your soul.
Spirit, blow where You will.
You have moved my heart.
Emotions long forgotten
Move toward the surface
And dampen my cheeks with tears.
Wind, blow where You will.
Only the brave dare to feel
Your raw power against their face.
You bring the news of the changing season;
Take heed and look for cover.
Spirit, blow where You will.
You renew my flagging soul.
You fan the embers
of a heart long spent.
My spirit responds to your Touch.
Wind, blow where you will.
Spirit, blow where you will
And leave behind the promise
“All will be well. All will be well.”
Life continues as it should.
Marge Blenkush, OblSB
Written on a November evening in the Hermitage
St. Benedict’s Monastery